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“Right, so, Operation Sugar Rush,” Molly said, meticulously arranging miniature plastic dinosaurs on the table. “We’re in, grab the loot, out. Simple.” Bill squinted. “Simple? Molly, we’re infiltrating a three-year-old’s birthday party. There will be glitter. There will be cake. There will be…small children.” “Details, details,” she waved a hand dismissively. “The target: all the presents. Specifically, the ones with wheels. Think battery-operated anything.” “You’re prioritizing remote-controlled sharks?” “They’re aerodynamic! And shiny! Don’t be a party pooper. What’s the diversion?” “I told Mrs. Henderson to wear a full tutu and sing opera. She's thrilled.” “Excellent. Absolutely brilliant. Just…try not to get tackled by a roaring T-Rex action figure, okay?” “No promises. You think they’ll notice a missing scooter?” “Let’s just focus on not screaming, Bill. Scream attracts attention.” “Right. No screaming. Just…loot.”